Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the Tekken series.

Note: Okay, this is my very first fan fiction ever… I wrote it when I was thirteen or fourteen. I found the story in an old notebook at my parent's house. It being my first, it's very precious to me. So please read and review, Constructive and praising comments are very appreciated. Thanks!

Chapter One: Tortured Soul

The year was 1938; I was an orphan living on the streets of Japan. Even know, I astonished I lived through years of homelessness…I had to steal the things I needed, such as food. I scoped through the passersby's, carefully choosing my victim… I purposely tripped and allowed a middle-classed foreigner catch me from falling. I thanked him and walked off into an alleyway to count my winnings.

I checked behind me to make sure there wasn't anyone watching, the coast was clear.

"You're going to have to give that back." A stranger's voice spoke to me.

I turned around in a panic "Who are you?"

The man was a striking blond haired, blue eyed… He was so handsome. He casually tossed a wallet up and down in his hand "If I were you, I would be worrying about what your parents are going to say."

I froze for moment, then checked myself for the wallet I stole. It was gone. I cupped my hands, staring at my dinner bounce up and down in the man's hands. How was he able to steal from me? I needed that money… My eyes welled with tears of unfathomable rage and I charged. I punched and hit as hard as I could, but the man just stood there, I could tell from the look on his face that he thought I was a total joke. I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, his face twisted slightly as he bent down to rub his injury. This was my chance. I snatched the wallet and tried to dash off. But he had strong hold of my hoodie, I struggled to free myself. He picked me up, I growled and flung my hands over my head. My hat flew off, my bright red hair fell to my shoulders and he put me down, looking at me again.

"You –you're a girl?" he looked surprised.

"Let me goooo!!!" I ignored him, I got that question a lot back then. It was easy to mistake me for a boy. Mostly because of my clothing. Unlike all the pretty little girls with their cute new kimonos... I wore ratty westerner's clothing; pants, shirt, and a cap.

"Will you just stop for a minute? Listen, why'd you steal that wallet?" he held me still, to make me listen to him.

I cried harder "I'm a fucking orphan, you jerk! I'm hungry!"

His expression softened a little, "You don't have to steal."

"No one will help me. People don't care about the poor or helpless."

"Look, give that man his money, and I'll help you. A good deed is always rewarded." He smiled warmly.

He put the wallet in my hands and let go of my hoodie, I could get away right then.

"I believe you will do whats in your heart."

I slowly turned around, he stayed where he was at. I took a deep breath, the man I robbed earlier was fumbling around his jacket for his money. I tugged on his jacket. He turned around. "I'm sorry." I handed it to him. I could tell he remembered me from earlier when he frowned. I turned and ran as fast as I was able.

The blond man grabbed me "Hey, slow down. I can't keep up with you, I'm old." He joked. "You did an excellent job, by the way. Now, for my part of the bargain."

I cleaned my plate, and even finished off the food on his plate.

He looked amused, laughing to himself "What's your name?"

I blinked for a minute, I'd never actually used my name before in a conversation…Not that I'd ever really had any, "You know I asked you the same question and didn't get an answer."

He grinned "I'm Yoshiyuki. It's nice to meet you."

I raised an eyebrow "Kitsune."

He nodded in acknowledgement "You know, I can teach you the proper way of stealing."

Kunimitsu sharpened her dagger, as the memories of her former master flooded her mind. The stone wheel seemed to rotate faster the more her concentration slipped.

"Really, I get to stay here?"

"Of course, and you'll get your own room."

I hugged his waist "I just know we're gonna be best friends."

She gritted her teeth, unable to break free of her memories. The woman choked back a sudden pain in her throat "Why did you become such a fool?" she placed too much pressure on the blade and the stone wheel caught her left hand. She let out a half scream, half curse "Argh-goddam…FUCK!" she gripped her hand, and then kicked the currently bloody weapon sharpener. She hastily walked to the sink to clean out the small particles of steal. She watched the blood and water drown the drain.

"Master Yuki, no! You're bleeding!" my tiny hands steadied him when he lost balance.

"I'll be fine. Go to your room, Kunimitsu." He said, swallowing blood.

Tears cascaded down my face "No, I'm not leaving you!"

"Kitsune, go!" he dropped onto one knee; he appeared to be having trouble breathing.

I cried harder "No, no, no- I can help!"

Eventually, he stopped looking at me, as if his eyesight was going too "Listen to me, Kitsune," he brought a shaking hand up to touch the young girl's face "I… do not think I will make it…"

Hearing my master, -my friend and only family say that, nearly killed me. I could no longer hold back my loud sobs. I didn't know what to do. I followed him as his body drifted to the floor. At that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of desperation, I to stop him from bleeding. I peeled away his shirt and froze, his body was slashed all over, I was almost paralyzed when I realized most of his blood loss was coming from his left arm, it had been cut off at the forearm. I took slow controlled breathes as I fumbled for bandages and ran back to him, tightly wrapping them around the worst wounds. But he still continued to hemorrhage. My confidence melted, there was no way I could save him. How could I live with myself after this? I didn't know the answer, all I knew was I couldn't live without him. My shaking hand gripped the blade of his katana, holding it adjacent with my chest. My pounding heart rattled my entire body.

The door flung open, Yoshiyuki's friend, doctor Broskonovitch, stepped inside. He rushed to the scene "What in the blazes?"

I dropped the katana, and wheezed slightly "Help him, please!" I grabbed onto his pant leg.

He knelt down, and put his hand on Yoshimitsu's neck "We may have enough time." He jolted Yoshimitsu on shoulder, and carried him out the door.

I hesitated for a moment, and ran after him.

"Come, child." He called me to his car, if you could call that hulking piece of crap a car, and sat me in the back seat with Yoshimitsu.

He laid Yoshimitsu onto an operating table and then he turned to me "What's your blood type?"

"I-I don't know." I said, my eyes were filled with tears of confusion, fear, and distraught.

He had me lay down on another table and stuck a needle in my arm, "We don't have enough time to find out, though his body might reject your blood, it's better than nothing."

I winced as I watched my blood flow through the tube and into a machine, and then down to another tube hooked up to Yoshimitsu "What's going to happen to him?"

He let out a heavy breath "I am not sure. I shall try my best-" he poured some liquid from a bottle onto a cloth and approached me "I'm sure he would not want you to witness this."

As he placed the cloth over my nose, I tried to ask him what was meant, but nothing came out. I suddenly felt nauseous and my eyes began to drift shut. 'What are you going to do to him?!"

My eyes fluttered open to Yoshimitsu stroking my hair.

"Good morning, my little princess." He smiled warmly.

I felt like I couldn't breathe as I attempted to sit up.

"Hey, don't move," he gently laid my head back down "You need to rest to recover the blood you lost."

I ignored his comment, tears welled in my eyes "You're okay…" I whispered, instantly feeling a huge weight lift off of me.

A door opened somewhere in the large room "The both of you are awake, splendid." Broskonovitch stepped into view.

I cringed, I still wasn't sure he was trust worthy.

Yoshimitsu turned around, "Doctor Broskonovitch, I thought this handy work look familiar. It's good to see you again. I guess I'm lucky you decided to stop by."

"You probably would have been gone by the time I got there if not for your little apprentice." He gestured towards me "She prevented you from bleeding out. You are 'lucky' that she is so stubborn."

They both looked at him oddly "What?"

He coughed awkwardly, "Well, she's a vivid dreamer; she depicted the whole ordeal in her sleep about how she could help you."

Yoshimitsu smiled and rubbed my head.

"I was just making myself some dinner, would either of you like to join me?"

Yoshimitsu shook his head exuberantly "I am not hungry, thank you though."

The young doctor smiled, "I should have known better than to offer you my cooking." He understood pretty well that a Japanese man wouldn't care for his 'Russian cuisine', but he still always offered anyway. He quietly closed the door behind him.

I turned to Yoshimitsu as soon as he took my hand.

"Thank you, I should have trusted you. Though, at the time I would rather have died there than have caused you this pain."

I squinted for a moment "But there is no greater pain than to be without you. You're all I have."

He appeared to be taken aback "…" he sadly smiled and continued to stroke my hair.

Kunimitsu hung her head over the sink, trying to keep herself from losing control of her emotions. Even though she and Yoshimitsu had opposite views on life, she knew she still loved him, which is the reason she was never 'able' to kill him. She took a deep breath and turned off the spigot.

"Is there something the matter?" Kazuya's voice called to her.

She turned around and reflexively caught a small roll of bandages he threw at her.

"You seem to be somewhere else recently." He commented.

She quirked an eyebrow, she knew he'd witnessed her daydreaming enough to know what was going on. "I have a lot on my mind."

"I hope it is nothing that may bring you trouble with Mishima."

Kunimitsu swallowed nervously, "I desire death before dishonoring the corporation." she watched him when his frown turned into a somewhat cynical grin. Whenever he smiled, it caused his otherwise tight skin to wrinkle. She never noticed until recently when she was in the office giving a report on her last mission. At the top of one of the bookshelves, Heihachi had placed a picture of himself teaching Kazuya how to fight. It reminded her of when she first met him when he was a child. He was a mean spirited child, but she heard his father threw him into a volcano or something. She assumed that if she had a father and threw her into a volcano she'd probably be a bitch too. She flinched when Kazuya glared her, partially because her mind was drifting again. Most of his frustration was due to the fact she was staring at his wrinkles again. She quickly bowed her head seeking mercy.

"Is it nice?"

"I'm sorry, my liege, I don't understand the question." She closed her eyes.

"…To be immortal."

She was taken aback, not really knowing how she felt about it. She blinked for a minute as she thought, "No."

He studied her 25-year-old skin, she was supposed to be older than his father. Yet, in physicality and appearance, she was the same age as his son. He emitted obvious envy, and demonstrated it by clenching his fists "When I first asked you about it, you said something about a doctor Broskonovitch. Where is he now?"